What’s That Smell?

Dean came into NIRV knowing that sacrifices would have to be made. After all, he had next to nothing to offer the researcher, nothing in terms of payment for helping him. In the worst case, he would have to force the researcher, but that was something Dean wanted to avoid.

Luckily, the researcher seemed to be interested in the project and, in return, was just asking for conditions.

‘I have no choice. I either have to fight against my brother or go through with this,’ Dean thought as he gave his answer. “Fine, what are your conditions to help me?”

Rickle smiled, stood up from his seat, and started to pace back and forth, taking only about four steps in the room before turning around again.

“First, I have to inform you that removing or overturning an Altered will probably be a painful process. Once the process starts, I need your consent that you aren’t going to back out.”